I have ten trillion licking dog gold

If the Martial Saint were here, he could definitely translate for him.

Simultaneously.

Mr. Jiang also thought of another young woman.

The charming beauty salon owner in Jiangcheng, Zhou Gongzi's stepmother, and Sister Ji, a married woman who lives upstairs from her female classmate Wu Yufei.

That woman was also a representative of mature women, charming but not vulgar. She was definitely good-looking and had a great figure, especially with her love for stockings, which made her even more attractive. However, in terms of temperament, she had to admit that she was slightly inferior to the woman who poured her tea.

Jiang Chen maintained his carefree demeanor, subtly scanning the room, but found no trace of surveillance.

Could it be a listening device?

Is she pregnant and not fit to participate herself, so she's sending someone else?
They can find any kind of actor!

The sophisticated young woman returned, bent down, placed a steaming cup of tea in front of Jiang Chen, and then knelt down again.

Jiang Chen looked very carefully this time. At this age, there were no obvious wrinkles. It would be absurd to compare her to an eighteen-year-old girl. But her skin, under the embellishment of light makeup, was as clear as egg white. The stocking fanatic in Jiangcheng also had exaggerated skin care, but that was with the help of technology.

Don't call men "big pig trotters".

In fact, a man can tell at a glance whether something has been touched or not.

"call……"

Jiang Chen blew out a puff of hot air, holding a teacup in one hand and resting the other on his knee, while the other person knelt opposite him. If their ages were reversed, they would look exactly like a wealthy landowner facing his wives and concubines.

"Come back to China with me and act in short dramas, they'll be a hit."

That's fucking amazing!

However, this is indeed true.

Even a pig can fly when the wind is blowing right.

Moreover, this isn't a sow, but a rare gem, one in a million. If men are described as "uncle-like," then she's "aunt-like," "maternal-like," or even "mother-like"...

For example, aren't those borderline dramas that use the mother-in-law as a gimmick very popular? If this person were to star in it, he would definitely deliver a crushing blow to those stiff and vulgar artificial creations!

It's definitely much higher than the appearance fee here.

Ok.

Mr. Jiang wasn't joking; he was genuinely offering advice.

Of course.

There are similar tracks in Japan, and with this guy's talent, he'll definitely dominate the market. But let's just ask, how filthy is it?

No matter how vulgar the short dramas in China are, they're only skirting the edge.

Mr. Jiang is a man of principle; he would never push someone into a ditch.

"What did you say."

Although the top-tier mature woman speaks Chinese, she is different from her master, Fujiwara Reiki. Fujiwara Reiki is so convincing that no one would know she is Japanese unless she says so herself. However, this top-tier mature woman's Chinese is rather broken.

It's definitely not because of the tone.

Just like many Chinese people speaking foreign languages, you can tell at a glance that it's not their mother tongue, but an imitation.

and.

She still couldn't quite understand what Boss Jiang was saying.

"May I have your name."

Realizing that the other party's Chinese proficiency was limited, Mr. Jiang returned to the previous topic.

One whose Chinese proficiency is limited.

One has limited Japanese proficiency.

Naturally, only relatively simple communication is possible.

This time, the sophisticated young woman didn't utter a word in Japanese; she simply stared at him silently until Mr. Jiang felt a little awkward.

A mature woman is naturally different from a young girl in her prime.

A young girl in her prime is like fruit wine, meant to be enjoyed with gusto, while aged wine requires quiet contemplation to unravel its story.

The woman's eyes were full of stories. For a moment, Jiang Chen even felt that her gaze was more profound than that of the devil.

Without realizing it, Jiang Chen took a sip from his glass to alleviate the inexplicable feeling.

"Yuki, Yuki."

A response came.

Gen Yukio.

famous.

It has a surname.

Unlike Sakura, or Crane Return who has just been "serving the emperor," these two names seem more like code names.

Moreover, the surname Minamoto, like Fujiwara, seems to be a "high-ranking surname" in Japan.

Also.

The Fujiwara family's violent organization would not possibly take in someone of such a young age. Moreover, when the other person went to pour tea, Jiang Chen heard that their footsteps were very heavy, and their small hands were very delicate. Not to mention calluses, it was obvious that they had never done any rough work.

Of course.

The Fujiwara family was a large and powerful clan, so how could the tools they kept only be assassins who worshipped violence and killing?

There are also thirty-six stratagems in military strategy.

"How old are you?"

Mr. Jiang took a sip of tea. If he were to ask, "Where is your home?", it would complete the classic three questions. If he were to add, "What are your ideals?", it would reach its ultimate sublimation.

But this isn't a talent show or a beauty pageant, so why would they cooperate?

Does it matter?

Age is indeed a taboo subject for women.

Jiang Chen stroked the teacup, pondering what kind of drama this was all about to unfold for him.

Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman?
But isn't this beauty a bit too old?

of course.

He has no prejudice against older women. After all, he is exceptionally talented, which has resulted in very few women younger than him in his social circle. However, shouldn't the age gap be kept within a reasonable range?

Even if we conservatively estimate it at forty, that's still a whole cycle older than him.

Or.

That monster did it on purpose.

He's a pervert, not only is he a pervert himself, but he also likes to assimilate others into perverts.

"You must be married, right? Where's your husband?"

Mr. Jiang is a good conversationalist. Since the other party doesn't want to talk about age, then he won't.

This wasn't baseless speculation, nor was it based on a stereotype about someone's age. It was clear that the person was wearing a ring on the ring finger of their right hand. It wasn't a diamond ring, but a large gemstone, and it was a deep purple.

Japan was formerly a vassal state of China, and was naturally deeply influenced by Chinese culture. China revered purple, and Japan inherited this tradition. Purple was a symbol of status here, and for a long time, only nobles could wear it.

Such a large amethyst, if it were real, would be priceless to anyone.

But what if it's a prop for a play?

This possibility is clearly more reasonable.

Never underestimate the director's attention to detail and ingenious little touches.

The top-tier mature woman, who also holds the title of wife, Minamoto Yukio, understood why the other party said that. She gently touched the ring on the ring finger of her right hand with the fingertip of her left hand, and for some reason, she fell silent.

its not right.

This is the perfect opportunity to unfold the plot.

Have they forgotten their lines?
"inconvenient?"

"died."

Jiang Chen was startled, truly startled, so much so that the tea in his hand was affected, rippling outwards.

Those who have advanced their viewing skills know that it's better to focus on the director than the actress.

Even the best actresses can make bad movies, but directors don't; at least there's a certain level of quality assurance.

—A top-tier mature woman.

——Wives.

——The widow.

Tsk.

We're almost out of tags.

No wonder the other person's temperament also contained a layer of indifference and tranquility, as if they had seen through the illusions of the world.

With his legs down, Jiang Chen unconsciously straightened up a bit, crossed his legs, and adopted a more upright posture.

Without a doubt, he is a formidable opponent.

And what about Boss Jiang?
Without a doubt, he is also a competent actor.

Therefore, he decided to give it his all, which is the best way to show respect.

"despair."

The teacup was gently set down, just like Boss Jiang's voice—low, gentle, and peaceful.
"do you have any kid?"

Others had read the script, but Boss Jiang's performance was entirely improvised.

said.

Everyone has specific talents.

Just like the Taoist nun's talent for martial arts, it's innate and cannot be envied. "Yes."

"A son and a daughter."

Yuan Xuexu, affectionately known as "Auntie," had her eyes lowered.

Let's call her Auntie for now.

She's over twelve years old, so calling her "Auntie" isn't excessive.

"Tsk."

Jiang Chen smacked his lips lightly, unable to resist scrutinizing the other person even more meticulously, from top to bottom, from head to toe.

"It must be very hard for a widow to raise two children."

He spoke on impulse, completely forgetting that the other person's Chinese proficiency was limited, or more likely, he took this into account before "speaking without thinking."

After all, the word "widow" is quite presumptuous.

“It wasn’t hard. When my husband passed away, my children were already grown up.”

"hehe."

You can actually understand it?
Upon hearing the other party's accurate response, even someone as thick-skinned as Mr. Jiang couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly. To avoid further embarrassment, he fiddled with his purple clay teacup and casually asked, "How old are your two children?"

Yuan Xuexu gazed at him quietly. "About the same as you."

Oops.

Are they really after the son, Aba Aba?

The man adjusted his posture again, sitting even more upright. His moral code made him resist such a scene, but his self-discipline as an actor prevented him from yelling "cut" and going on strike.

So he could only change the subject and try to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"How is that possible? Your child could be that big? You gave birth when you were a minor?"

"Eighteen years old."

eighteen?

Jiang Chen immediately began mental arithmetic.

In the most extreme case, if her children are the same age as her, 27 + 18, then she would be at least 45.

Look.

His judgment is pretty accurate, isn't it?

"Having a child at eighteen?"

Boss Jiang was quite indignant, "Your husband is a real idiot."

It doesn't matter if you're not good at foreign languages, you can make up for it with your brain.

Baka (idiot) will definitely understand.

"In our land, eighteen is still a child."

Logically speaking, verbally abusing one's deceased husband to his face is a tremendous insult. According to the customs and traditions of China, such an insult would likely lead to a fight to the death. However, Aunt Yuan Xuexu remained remarkably calm, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, let alone any outburst of anger.

"Do you have a kid."

She calmly countered with a question.

Ok.

The so-called labels are likely just character settings given by the script. This is just acting, and everyone is just delivering lines. It can't be taken seriously. But even so, when faced with this simple question, Boss Jiang got stuck, picked up his teacup, remained silent, and refused to respond.

"When faced with a difficult question, you just stay silent?"

The other person also raised their snow-white wrist, took a sip from their glass.

Jiang Chen frowned, suspecting that the aunt was acting, no, hiding her true abilities.

Although there is a lot of room for improvement in her pronunciation, she actually has a fairly large vocabulary.

and.

His words were full of charm.

This is the most important thing.

"Personal question, I cannot answer."

Jiang Chen calmly drank his tea.

"I just answered you, it's not fair."

"It was your own choice, I didn't force you."

"Are you scared?"

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"

"Many men are afraid of taking responsibility."

Jiang Chen frowned, suddenly realizing that something was slightly off.

That's such an obvious veiled attack.

What exactly is the relationship between this actor and that freak?
Could it be that he was placed in the production crew through connections?
Her pregnancy was no secret, but who really knew who the father of the child was?
Sensing the hidden meaning in the other person's words, a sinister glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Some things cannot be made public, at least not for the time being.

Does pregnancy make you stupid?

How dare she reveal such a taboo that could lead to her utter ruin?

"That's a stereotype you have about Japanese men. If you had experienced Chinese men, you wouldn't say that."

experience.

Driven by his emotions, Boss Jiang's language became even more explicit.

However, the profound and complex Chinese language is something they clearly haven't fully grasped; otherwise, even with the best temper, they would definitely have flipped the table and lost their temper.

"Aren't you one?"

Ok.

This aunt probably misunderstood "experience" as "having seen" or "knowing".

The person knew the other party definitely hadn't understood, but seeing that the conversation had turned to him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and the dark emotions that had just arisen were instantly suppressed.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

He muttered a sentence, then emphasized, "We men of China are all upright and indomitable men."

"man?"

"Any questions."

Jiang Chen met his gaze, his eyes filled with aggression and an intense sense of oppression.

He could have easily ignored it.

Because Fujiwara Reiki certainly wouldn't dare to fight him to the death. If things were exposed, he would suffer, but what about Fujiwara Reiki?

A dead end.

There is no other ending.

So even though he knew the other party had no other choice, he still risked great danger to come.

Isn't that enough to stand tall and upright?
That's so manly.

As their eyes met, Yuan Xuexu suddenly smiled slightly, somewhat like the orchids she had seen in the courtyard, fresh and elegant.

Correct.

Fresh and elegant.

It's hard to imagine that such words could be associated with a woman in her forties or fifties.

"You are indeed very courageous."

Jiang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, unsure whether he was speaking to the other person or to the director he thought was lurking in the shadows.

"My courage is beyond your imagination."

"Aren't you scared at all?"

"Are you scared?" Jiang Chen asked in return.

"What am I afraid of?"

"Don't you know how dangerous your situation is right now?"

Jiang Chen was at least 80% certain that this woman knew his secret with Fujiwara Reiki.

This secret must not be revealed.

and so.

How can we ensure the secrecy of secrets?
Clearly sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from the other party, the aunt forced herself to remain calm, saying, "This is the Fujiwara family's territory."

"You think she'll protect you? No, you're just a pawn, and an insignificant one at that. Sitting here, don't you have any sense of responsibility?"

Her red lips pressed tightly together, Yuan Xuexu stared at her silently.

Boss Jiang exuded an aura of power, a wicked smile playing on one corner of his mouth.

"Let's dance."

Since it's the host's painstaking arrangement, why not accept it gladly?

Gen Yukio's expression gradually became blank.

A tool who might be buried by his master after this performance is already acting like a jerk?
Mr. Jiang's eyes showed dissatisfaction, and he became even more arrogant.

"Take off your clothes."

Let's see if you're manly enough. (End of Chapter)